I teased, but I was intrigued to see what he’d come up with. Maybe he had some trick up his sleeve to cover my modesty? Perhaps a jacket or nicely tailored cardigan could help? Hmmm… I highly doubted they would feature in his style plan by the look of his seductive eyes roaming over my towel covered body.
“You’ll be eating your words when I’m finished with you Mamma” he smiled, and with a click of the straighteners and a flick of the comb he was away and in his element. Working his magic whilst singing along to David Guetta’s Hey Mama.
Chris started on my hair first, teasing it and plumping it until the curls fell like a waterfall down my back. I don’t know how he managed it but I could never get my hair to behave like he could. “Just gorgeous” he nodded to himself, pleased with his creation. Next it was my makeup and I’ve gotta say I was impressed with the smoky eye thing he did for me. It did kinda look hot.
So last was the dress. As I slipped into the material I had to admit it did feel sexy and luxurious on my skin. The satin skated over my curves and clung in all the right places. He tied the two pieces of satin at my neck, and grabbed some tit tape for me to use to keep my modesty in check. Then he took a step back to admire his handy work.
“Damn girlfriend. I am 100 percent homosexual, gay as they come but I so would do you right now.” He said licking his lips and laughing.
“You couldn’t handle me Chris I’m way too much woman for you.”
I laughed and turned to face my full length mirror on the inside of my wardrobe. Oh wow! That couldn’t be me, could it? I looked like I’d stepped out of a magazine. I turned to the side to inspect that view, then spun round to check the back. I loved it, but I loved it here in my room, safe from the outside world. Could I really walk outside like this and let the rest of the world see?
“Bloody hell Chris what have you done with our Elle?” Gasped Robyn as she leaned through the door looking me up and down. She was in her trademark skin tight body con dress; tonight’s was an emerald green number. Her hair was spiked and her heels were even spikier.
“I can’t wear this guys I’ll feel too self-conscious.” I said sighing and looking down at the collection of discarded bland dresses I’d abandoned on my bedroom floor.
“Would you just stop right there honeybun…” Chris said pointing his finger right in my face, “you have a body to die for, a face most girls would kill for and look at how fabulous your hair looks all curly and delicious down your back. If you don’t go out in this then we are not going out at all.” Chris folded his arms over his chest and huffed his annoyance. Robyn nodded along.
“I agree with Chris, you have got to get your head in the game Elle. You let that dick weed bring you down but he’s not here now, and you can wear the shit out of that dress because you look awesome and sexy. Get him and his fucked up mentality out of your head and start acting like the old Elle. The one who struts her stuff and doesn’t give two shits.”
They were right of course. I smiled and grabbed my glass of wine from the dresser, gulping the whole thing down in one. I had a feeling I was going to need the Dutch courage tonight.
“You’re right, I’m being a wuss. Ignore me, let’s go get wasted and get our groove on. I’m gonna party hard tonight.”
“Woo yeah! That’s my girl!” Chris punched the air and poured another glass of wine for me before drinking the rest down himself straight from the bottle. Tonight was going to be epic, I could just feel it.
We fell out of the front door about an hour later, and into our waiting cab. The poor driver mustn’t have known what hit him when we got in. Chris fawned all over him saying how manly he smelt (he did smell good) and Robyn and I giggled in the back seat and tried to get his number off him for Chris for later. The driver was having none of it. As he told us quite sternly he was happily married and not gay.
“So Ella my lovely lump of gorgeousness….” Chris slurred as he swirled around in the front seat to pin me with his stare “please tell me tonight will be the night you finally get laid!”
My eyes went wide and my stomach flipped over. Oh God! I knew I had to do it, jump back on the horse so to speak, but the thought and the act were two very different things. I buried my head in my hands and made a pained cry. I could give sass and flirt with the best of them, I was a pro at it, but anything more and I always bottled it.
Robyn grabbed my hands and yanked them down.
“What you need to do is think less and just get on with it. You’re missing out on a whole world of …adult fun.” Robyn grinned, falling back into her seat in the car and rolling her eyes with a look of pure lust.
“Yeah you are!” Chris concurred and gave Mr Taxi driver a sexy sideways glance.
I grimaced. The thought of getting naked and sweaty with a guy after Adam made me want to run for the hills. I couldn’t stand the thought of dating. The awkward silences and stilted conversation. The fumbling around and clumsy journey taking the relationship further. Then the whole let down that was my sex life. I wasn’t ready for it and to be honest I wasn’t sure I ever would be. In all the two months I’d been away from Adam I hadn’t met anyone I would even contemplate sleeping with. I didn’t even enjoy it much with Adam after the first few years. It was just something I did for him to keep him happy. Ha! What a joke that was. I was more than happy with BOB, my battery operated boyfriend. He never let me down, like EVER and he wouldn’t cheat. Men and sex were highly over rated.
“Babes it doesn’t have to be Mr Right you can just find Mr Tonight.” Chris wiggled his eyebrows and licked his lips.
“Whatever man-whore, worry about your own sex life, I’m quite happy as I am thank you.”
“But are you though?” Robyn asked looking at me concerned “you are way too good for the shelf Ella. Go out there and get yourself a man and have wild animal sex with him all over our house. I don’t mind!”
“You might not mind Robyn but I do.” I sighed “Guys don’t worry so much about me okay, I’m sure it’ll happen. It has to right?” I smiled. But I doubted my own words. I was not on the lookout and had no intention of letting anyone in so soon. I wanted fun, free and flirty but that was it; anything else was a big fat no.
We jumped out of our cab and straight to the door of Elite, the new club in the city which was having its opening night. Queues of waiting clubbers lined up outside and spiralled around the block but we didn’t need to join them. Robyn had served the owners, builders and anyone else who was involved in the club, their daily coffees at her coffee shop round the corner for months now. So when they were finalising their guest list for the opening night she sweet talked them into giving her three free tickets. No one could refuse Robyn when she was on a mission, like I’ve said before, she is a force to be reckoned with.
The intimidating, insanely muscly bouncer looked us up and down then unhooked the rope to let us through the door as a few girls behind us tutted and made their disgust at our preferential treatment known. We made our way down the mirrored corridor towards the pumping base and that’s when I felt it, the flip of my heart and the rush of adrenaline. Something was going to happen tonight. I didn’t know what or whether it would be good or bad but I could just feel something in the air. I called it my girlie sixth sense. I had it that day at the coffee shop before I met Adam and I had it now.
Looking around the main room of the club it was amazing, beyond amazing. It was decadent with silver sparkly walls, multiple crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, mirrored tables and fancy baroque style chairs and sofas in purples, royal blue and greys. It felt so opulent but intimate, no hint of the pretentious gimmicks that a lot of clubs had these days.
“Work it beautiful girlies, remember sassy and sexy, sassy and sexy.” Chris said linking his arms through ours, then weaving his way towards one of the waiters carrying a tray full of champagne. With a cheeky wink to the young waiter he grabbed four glasses, gave one to me and Robyn then downed the third before sipping the forth.
“This
is gonna be fun.” I said, throwing a huge grin at Chris. He was on his A-game tonight and ready to make his mark on this club. I was with him all the way.
Robyn pecked me on the cheek and gave us both a wave over her shoulder, then sashayed away from us making a beeline for one of the builders with fifty seven abs. She started to stroke his arm in her signature flirty way, not bothered in the slightest if he had a girlfriend who might have popped off to the ladies. Robyn was shameless and fabulous. Her eyes fluttered all innocent and seductively up at him making herself seem weak and needy, even though she would probably eat him alive later. She knew guys like him lapped that sort of thing up like a cat that got the cream. Of course we were used to her moves. We’d always find her at the end of the night, but we usually left Robyn to do her own thing, she didn’t need a wing man, or woman.
Chris threaded his arm through mine, “Now I’ve got you all to myself beautiful girlie, let’s start working the shit out of this night.” He winked and we headed for the crowded dancefloor. We would be doing what we did most nights that we went out, we were going to own that dancefloor like a bitch. As the pumping bass starting sending rhythm through my body we weaved our way through the crowds to the middle of the floor then let our bodies do the rest.
Chris and I were so in tune that we even had these ridiculous moves we’d choreographed together, bumping and grinding into each other like we were hot lovers out to show everyone what we could do with our clothes on before we headed home to do the very same without them on. You’d never have guessed Chris was gay until the D.J played a Scissor Sisters classic and Chris broke off into the most camp routine I have ever seen, singing his head off and waving his hands around. I just stood there laughing my head off while he shook his booty against any guy in a four mile radius with the hope of getting lucky.
After a few more dances Chris made the universal sign of ‘drink?’ to me with his hand and we wandered over to the bar to order a white wine for me and a strawberry daiquiri for Chris; he was not a beer lover.
The bar spanned the length of the room and was lit up in hues of blue and purple. It was crowded and particularly rowdy considering it was supposed to be a special evening, an opening night for a club that was exclusive and very, very expensive.
I looked down the bar and noticed a group of men shouting, laughing and hollering over the music. They sounded drunk, coarse and were American; tourists no doubt come to experience the English hospitality but failing magnificently to bring with them any hint of American class. One of them was falling around all over the place, spilling his drink as he held court telling his ape like friends about some conquest or story that had them all howling. A pretty dark haired girl walked past and he grabbed her ass. Ugh, what a prick. I made a note to myself to avoid them for the rest of the night or I might end up punching his lights out if he tried anything like that on me.
Chris grabbed my wrist in panicked urgency as I pulled myself up onto a chrome barstool and tried to catch the bar man’s eye for a top up.
“Fucking hell Elle! Mega hot guy at three o’clock babes and I hope it’s me he’s checking out and not you…sorry!” Chris smiled down at me, but I wasn’t going to look that way, that was where the apes were jumping around and marking their territory. Anyone who was with those idiots was a definite no on my flirt radar.
“If he’s with those goons at the end of the bar you’re welcome to him.” I said and Chris laughed. He wasn’t fussy. A sniff of action and he was off.
I ordered our drinks along with two shots of tequila which we downed in one, then I jumped down from the stool and gave Chris my best sexy come to bed eyes.
“Come on Romeo I haven’t finished with you yet.”
I pulled Chris back onto the dancefloor as Beyonce told us that girls run the world, and I danced like no one was watching. But someone was. I could feel it burning into my back, branding me where I stood, making me feel uneasy. The hairs on the back of my neck stood on end and shivers ran down my spine. Every time I looked around I couldn’t focus on anyone in particular but I could feel it, that tension, the intensity that one guy can bring. It was like I’d been chosen and I didn’t have a choice. Fate was in the room dancing with me and it had plans for me that were out of my control.
As the night wore on we got more drunk and our dance moves became decidedly more risqué and uncoordinated. We didn’t care though, we were having the time of our lives. That burn in my stomach didn’t leave me though, nor did the instinct of being watched.
“I need the ladies or I’m gonna pee myself.” I giggled into Chris’s ear hoping he’d come with me and wait outside. He wasn’t leaving this dancefloor anytime soon though, he had his eye on a skinny brunette guy throwing some very random shapes in the corner of the club.
“Over there baby girl.” Chris pointed and I realised then why the ape gang had chosen that exact spot to stand and bang their chests. It was right next to the ladies.
“Isn’t there another one somewhere less crowded?” I shouted over the music desperate to avoid walking past their grabby hands.
“Nope.” Chris smiled and danced away from me towards another unsuspecting victim he could shimmy up against.
Oh hell, I would have to run the gauntlet that was the Neanderthals to have a pee. I rolled my eyes at Chris, grabbed my wine from the table behind us and headed into the jungle. I could do this, if he touched me I would rip his hand off. I was Ella Reid and I had sass.
I walked towards the door of the ladies with blinkers on and my head held high. I made it through without incident.
‘Thank god!’ I said to myself, looking up at the ceiling in gratitude. I thought the worst was over but I was wrong. As I headed out of the ladies a few minutes later to walk past the gorilla group, the guy with the grabby hands fell back into me and knocked my entire wine glass onto the floor. Glass smashed everywhere, wine spilt all down my arm and all over the floor. Ugh! I’d spend the rest of the night stinking of booze, great.
He turned his podgy little body around and I looked straight into his flabby face with the fire of a thousand demons in my eyes. I already hated him with a vengeance before he’d come near me and now I was ready to release all hell on his sorry ass. I balled my fists and looked him square in the eyes.
“Watch what you’re doing shit head, you could have knocked me over.”
He just laughed and looked me up and down with his sleazy eyes making me feel so dirty I’d definitely need a shower when I got home before going to bed.
“Well aren’t you just an angel fallen straight from heaven into my lucky lap.” He sneered and licked his lips. He was so drunk he could hardly focus his eyes, and he swayed as he spoke to me. He smelt of alcohol and desperation but my feet seemed to be rooted to the spot not walking away even though my head was screaming ‘get away from this guy Ella’. What was I doing?
“I wouldn’t go anywhere near your lap even if you paid me.”
“Oh that can be arranged. I’d pay good money for a ride with you.” He laughed but the rest of his group had fallen silent, finding our little exchange somewhat embarrassing no doubt.
“You spilt my drink I want another one.”
“How about we find a quiet corner and I can buy you a drink and get to know you better huh?”
This guy took smarmy to a whole new level.
“No thanks, I just want my drink.” I was getting irritated now, why should I lose my drink just because this asshole couldn’t hold his and was falling all over the place knocking people over left right and centre.
“Hey baby calm down and relax, we have plenty of champagne here.”
“DRINK loser before I do something I won’t regret.” I shook my head, I was losing it.
Suddenly a deep, sexy American voice spoke out, sparking an instant reaction in my body. Goosebumps appeared on my arms and I had to stop myself from gasping out loud.
“Just replace the ladies drink and let her go. She’s getting high off your alcohol fumes Char
lie.”
Who was that and why did their voice make me feel all weak? I didn’t look over to where the voice came from, I couldn’t. For one I was knocked sideways by the extent of the emotions the voice was producing in me and second I was too focused on staring Mr. Cocky down, mentally slaying him and damning him to eternal hell.
“You know what, stuff your champagne up your ass, I’ll get my own drink. Oh and I hope you wake up with a bad case of crabs in the morning.” I said and flounced off swinging my blonde curls into his face as I went. His friends howled with laughter and I smiled to myself. Take that gorilla guy.
Chapter Four
I looked over to the dancefloor where Chris was cosying up to the hot guy from the corner. He was wearing the vilest most garish Hawaiian shirt I had ever seen. I doubted he was gay with a dress sense like that, but then if he was he’d picked the right fashion consultant in Chris. I took my place at the bar and waited to catch the bar tenders eye to order a large glass of white wine. Just as the barman put my glass down in front of me a long muscly arm reached over my shoulder with a fifty, and a familiar deep sexy American voice said, “I’ll get this.” I froze. I could feel the heat from his body pressed against my back, the hardness that lurked underneath this man’s clothes. I knew he’d be gorgeous he smelt delicious of woody aftershave and male. The kind of aroma that sent a girl weak at the knees and made her giddy and girlie all at the same time. God I loved that smell. I took in a deep breath in an effort to calm my faltering nerves.
“I can get my own drinks thank you very much.” I clipped in false bravado, then with determination to show some degree of confidence I turned around and I swear a gasp left my mouth before my brain could engage. Standing behind me was possibly the most beautiful man I had ever seen smirking down at me with a mouth made for sin. Oh Good Lord that mouth, I wanted to kiss those full lips, taste them, feel them on me. Damn he was so hot I almost wanted to fan myself literally. I was burning up and I couldn’t do a thing to stop it. How could one man make you feel so mixed up? I couldn’t speak or look him in the eye, he was too intense, too gorgeous. I’d lost all focus, so I just dipped my eyes to gaze at his chest, his broad, muscly, firm chest. Hell was I screwed! Sensing my dilemma and obvious unease he gave a smiling sigh and lifted his hand to touch the bottom of my chin. Bloody hell I’d had my mouth open this whole time and he was closing it for me. What the hell did I look like? Get it together Ella, I told myself mentally, but my brain and my body were at war at the moment and my body was winning.
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